After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Song ran still likes the feeling of sitting in the back, low-key and controlling everything.

However, her low-key attitude is sometimes unsatisfactory.

Because on this occasion, she often faces the accost of strange men. On the one hand, it is because of her own attraction, on the other hand, it is the charm plus brought by her family background.

Therefore, she has dealt with more, which has relatively created her lonely and cold atmosphere of rejecting people for thousands of miles. She can usually choke people to leave with a red face and a disheveled face within three or two words.

Therefore, when she looked at the man who was striding towards this side with two glasses of champagne from the wine area next door, she had a faint judgment in her heart.

"Shan Rao." Approached, stood still in front of her, Shan Rao handed out a glass of wine in his hand, and nodded politely and gentlemanly.

Song ran was silent for a while and stared at his well cut high set suit. "The etiquette is very comprehensive. Have you been in the west?"

Shan Rao was slightly surprised. Then he smiled and nodded, "eight years."

Compared with those men who might be flustered and incoherent, or too eager to express themselves, the man who always looked calm in front of song ran breathed a sigh of silent relief.

She took the champagne and held it in her hand, but she didn't mean to drink it.

"You look very beautiful today." The man held the cup slightly, flattering a little stiff.

The woman's simple and proud "I know" made him laugh.

Half a minute later, song ran got up and handed the untouched cup back to the man. He politely and apologetically motioned, "Sir, I probably understand your purpose. To remind you, effective judgment and timely stop loss are also the basic business ability of a businessman."

This time, song ran didn't say the rejection too hard, but it was enough to feel annoyed after the man figured it out thoroughly. However, before the semi westernized man thoroughly understood her words, she had followed the shadow she had noticed and stepped forward.

For a long time, Shan Rao stared at the empty seat in front of him, stunned, hooked his lips and laughed.

The small space filled with the delicate and unique perfume of women. He looked at his champagne glass in his hand, and had hitherto unknown emotional experience to climb up the top of his heart.

Wandering in such a state of mind that can not be expressed in words, a familiar and dull voice suddenly came to my ears and shouted, "young master."

He calmed down and stared at the panting man in front of him with some dissatisfaction. He poured his own glass of wine on his back and asked, "what's the matter?"

The man smiled twice, with an obscene expression.

Shan Rao looked at him suspiciously. The mood in his eyes gradually changed from resistance to disgust. He raised his feet and wanted to avoid.

"Young master, don't go..." the man caught up and hurried, "young master, do you know that the Song family master in Kyoto is also the honorary representative of this charity party. What kind of friendship does he have with our master?"

Hearing this, Shan Rao hurried forward and turned around, "what friendship?"

The man blinked and thought. He didn't really remember the conversation on the phone, but he clearly remembered the excited and worried tone of his old man.

After a pause, he only squeezed out a sentence, "I don't know. Anyway, there are friends. It's up to the master."

"Package?" Shan Rao's deep eyes lit up, grabbed each other's collar with one hand, some indignation, "did you call again?"

The man was a little wronged and finally broke away. He didn't dare to look up at the expression on his young master's face, so he retorted: "is this a good thing anyway, isn't it?"

It was good for him to finally clear the suspicion between himself and the young master.

Seeing Shan Rao Shen's eyes stopped talking, he seemed to be thinking about something carefully. He was also slowly relieved. Suddenly he stared at the glass of champagne, smiled and stretched out his hand to grab it, "did the young master prepare it for me, thank you!"

Without waiting for someone to stop him, he had drunk his head up.

The outcome of such impulsive and reckless action can only be announced by the indifferent young master in front of him to deduct a month's bonus.

After a short aphasia, she stared at the empty glass in her hand and thought to herself that it was a pity that she had just drunk too quickly and didn't taste the valuable wine that Miss Song had personally held.

He asked Qu Baba to pass the cup out, "young master, can this be worth the money?"

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Next to the auction venue is the free activity wine banquet hall. After Song ran left the venue, he drank a small glass of red wine in the banquet hall and followed the figure into the bathroom.

She waited deliberately for a while, so when Qi Feng came out of the bathroom and washed her hands at the washstand, she just raised her feet and went in. The two seemed to look at each other casually across the glass mirror. Song Ran's expression was always cold, while Qi Feng, who was caught off guard, flashed a panic at the bottom of his eyes.

"Zi La" sound, the water spray splashed all over her. She hurriedly avoided her eyes, drew paper from the side, wiped it casually, and walked away.

Before long, song ran came out of the bathroom again. Yu Guang glanced at the figure and smiled.

When I wanted to lift my feet to leave again, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a white diamond encrusted wristwatch by the washing table. When I stared at it carefully, I restrained my idea of catching up.

When Qi Feng came back in a hurry, she was standing in front of the bar closest to the channel, with a beautiful plate in front of her, containing some fruit.

"Miss Qi." Carelessly, she stopped the hurried footsteps of the visitor.

Qi Feng heard song Ran's voice. His body stiffened instinctively. He turned his head and looked in that direction. His eyes were in uncontrollable panic. He didn't know whether to go or stay for a while.

Song ran turned around slightly with a smile on her lips until she looked at her, and then lit up the things in her hand, "are you looking for this?"

After a moment of silence, he stared at the watch in her hand. Qi Feng took a long breath of air conditioning, and still walked over, "thank you, Miss Song."

When the voice fell, he reached for it.

Song ran put down her slightly raised arms and didn't say much. She just lifted each other's wrists, moved gently and slowly, and put the watch back on for her.

Then he stared at those slightly fleshy arms and was temporarily absent-minded, "this watch really suits you better."

She smiled. There was something else in her words, but she expected that Qi Feng might not be able to understand.

The man who sent this watch is really more worthy of her.

Qi Feng flustered and took back his hand. Because he couldn't feel the other party's mind, he looked around and couldn't find Shang Rui.

"When he comes here, he has to socialize most of the time. Even if you see him, you can't easily disturb him." Song ran was careless. The tip of his other finger on the bar table tapped the wall of the red wine glass in his hand.

"Miss Song..." before Song Ran's lazy, indifferent but inexplicably repressive attitude swallowed up her remaining calmness and reason, Qi Feng quickly retracted her arm and opened a distance with the visitor.

She raised her chin. "I'm curious. You obviously hate me. Why can you talk to me like that? Why can you bear not to trouble me? You don't want to divorce. It proves that you still love Shang Rui, don't you? "

Looking at the face that gradually became crimson, song ran was stunned for a second. He immediately laughed in his heart, but his face was still cold.

"I don't hate you very much, and you're not worth my wasted mind to deal with. I just came to advise you that since you have chosen the communication of the upper class society, don't think of people as simple as when you were a student. It's good for you to keep an eye on them. "

The meaning of the words was still ambiguous. While Qi Feng was still staring at it, song Ran's body had left the bar, crossed the woman in front of him and went straight to the nearby meeting place.

As they rubbed their shoulders, Qi Feng suddenly heard a contemptuous cold hum in his ear, "I don't want to divorce. Did he tell you?"

When she turned away with trembling eyes, the man had raised his feet and left. Only the bright golden light and shadow floated with the crowd and gradually disappeared in front of her.

It took her some time to calm down and listen to the warm-up music from the venue. When she was about to take a step, she suddenly felt a calm force attacking her waist. She turned her head in panic and was facing Shang Rui's calm eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" He expressed concern in a low voice.

Qi Feng shook his head, clasped his arm with one hand and motioned slightly in the direction of the meeting field, "I'm fine. Let's go."